How do we choose to travel?
What is reliable in the rain?
What is our ultimate destination,
for this time, this journey, or
this day?
We move at the speed of life.
Depending on traffic, others
may chose to follow your path,
but not your direction.
© 2021 j.g. lewis
A little cold, little wet,
a little tired and yet
I am here. Still,
full of wonder.
The morning chill leaves
little to the imagination
and much less
to hope for.
Expected, perhaps, as it
always is, this time, this
season is only what
we ask of it.
11/21/2024 j.g.l.
The answers are far less certain
than even last week, to all those
perennial questions or solutions
you might seek.
What do you believe, or
what do you believe in?
Come Monday, you have fewer
questions than you had last week.
For a while there are less doubts
in what you believe.
Whom do you believe in,
and who believes in you?
11/18/2024 j.g.l.
I'm like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.
There is the black, the white, and the combined grey of the everyday obligations, rituals and responsibilities that (somehow or another) rob us of hints of colour outside of the periphery.
We all do all that we need to do, yes, but we can interrupt the momentous shades with bursts of colour here and there.
Do something each hour, or day, to open your eyes. Read foreign poetry, pick up a new hobby, call up an old friend, walk an unfamiliar path and look at the magnificent flowers or street murals. Life is all around us, but we fail to take the time to dip our brush into the well.
See all that can be when you step off the grey scale, even temporarily.
Life is not all black and white.
Add colour when you can.
07/10/2018 j.g.l.
I’m like a pencil;
sometimes sharp,
most days
well-rounded,
other times
dull or
occasionally
broken.
Still I write.
j.g. lewis
is a writer/photographer in Toronto.